Friday, November 18, 2011

Something to come out of all this...

I have not participated in a single Occupy event. There is a part of me that is kicking my ass for not doing anything. Somewhere deep in my soul, there is a piece of me that is kicking my own ass because I have agreed and sympathized without even a hint of sacrifice.

Then there is the other part, the part that makes decisions; the part that reminds me of work, band practice, Seahawks football, and all of the other things I've ceded my time to for various reasons. That part understands that choices must be made. That part offers comfort, and a respite from difficult emotions.

The Occupy movement is messy, and it's supposed to be that way. But at some point we have to make sense of this mess, to learn from it and build on it.

The Tea Party had all of this stuff set up already. That's what happens when you apply corporate funding to a grassroots movement. The message was tightly sculpted and refined. There were places to give your money, rallies to show up at, and a good portion of the AM bandwidth pushing the message of the movement to Real America. All we have are a bunch of random citizens, coming together from diverse motivations, and a whole lot of ambivalent observers, alternately praising and trashing the people protesting something we all know is wrong.

This blog is supposed to be a list of things that Lauren and I want for our daily lives. I don't want this to be for nothing. Do what you have to do, but never forget that lack of participation is a form of consent.

Monday, August 22, 2011

A Moratorium on Baby-Making Talk

(This post is on behalf of every young, married, and childless couple, everywhere.)

I was going to start this post with the line, “Everyone loves babies”. Then I realized that’s patently untrue. I’ve spent enough time in the hipster mecca of Capitol Hill to understand that some people can’t fucking stand children. No, really, take your kids with you to Skillet sometime and feel the glares. I’ve seen it happen.

Me on the other hand, I like children. Some of my closest friends and family have wee ones, and I truly enjoy their kids. No joke! The children are our future, etc., etc.

That said, ENOUGH WITH THE GODDAMN BABY-MAKING TALK. Generally, I like to hang out with you. However, I hate being pestered at every available opportunity about when we’re going to have one.  Yes, I know you want us to have a baby. Your comments have been noted and included in the record. Bringing it up again and again and again, at the expense of any other meaningful conversation between us, is beyond annoying. You do not get a vote, and contrary to what you might think, your behavior is neither cute nor appropriate.

Believe me, it’ll happen when it happens, so just chill out. I don’t think you’re coming from a bad place, but put yourself in my shoes: if I just repeated the same thing, over and over again, every time we had a chance to talk to each other, would you still want to hang out with me? So seriously, fuck off with the goddamn baby-making talk. How about them Seahawks?

Friday, January 21, 2011

Shut up. You know you love it.

I am tired of people (not my husband, but mags and things) telling me that I am not conventionally attractive. I am a brick shit house, people.  Kinda like the picture above.  She is beautiful, why the fuck do I have to feel bad about not being a size six?  Also, why can I not find clothes that showcase my fine figure?  I have found some, but really, if you look good naked you should be able to look good in clothes too.

Shut up. You know you love it.

It may not be a curvy, delicious woman, but it is Leonard Nimoy singing about hobbits and shit.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

2011 Food Challenge: Lauren Hernandez

Two things that I used to eat before I met Lauren.  Two things that I no longer eat as an organic, liberal locavore who has both read "Ominvore's Dilemma" and watched "Food Inc."  Lauren's challenge is to make these foods using only natural, organic, local ingredients.

I am not entirely convinced that these things can be made out of REAL FOOD.  Lauren assures me that it is possible, and I'm sure it will involve a thoroughly mutilated chicken from the Farmer's Market that I will grudgingly lovingly clean up afterward.  Jamie Oliver and Tony Bourdain will hate us for it, but we must try.  If McDonald's is the Empire (with Ray Kroc playing an overweight Darth Vader), Lauren is our only hope.  Help us, Lauren, you're our only hope.

This was my go-to lunch and dinner for a number of years (I didn't eat breakfast back then).  Nothing like following up a long night at the bar with pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets dipped in ranch dressing, am I right?  Why ingest 3,000 calories a night when you could be ingesting 4,000?  For only $2.50!  No fucking wonder I almost cracked 200 pounds!  Anyway, many fine establishments serve something similar under the name calzone.  But I'm not talking about that.  I'm talking about a small, serving size pizza-in-a-pocket, made from the best that local food producers have to offer.  I want a Salumi and Mont Blanchard* homemade hot pocket, motherfucker!

*"Mont Blanchard" is a cheddar produced by Samish Bay Cheese, available at your local Farmer's Market.

The 2011 Hernandez Model

The 2011 Hernandez Model!  That's right, the 2011 Hernandez is here!  We have one in stock, so you can wait your fucking turn!  Need someone to perform three jobs at once?  Try the 2011 Hernandez, he's just like a fucking Transformer!  Construction administration?  CHECK!  Office management?  CHECK!  Reception and its associated menial, time-draining tasks?  CHECK!  Push the button on his back, and he mutters swear words under his breath, including such favorites as, "Put your fucking dishes in the goddamn dishwasher" and "Oh, what the fuck is it now?".  Comes with optional accessories: disgruntlement, black humor, and Seahawks hat!  (serial commas not included) WHY PAY MORE WHEN YOU CAN HAVE A 2011 HERNANDEZ?!!!